My day began like every other usual day with my walk with
Ashta, reading my Bible, going to the gym to lift weights, then to the pool for
laps as my cardio workout. After
swimming I headed to the commissary due to the lack of food in the fridge. I saw a friend from the women’s Bible
study group on base and we started chatting about our summer activities, yep, a
typical day on base.
Just then a man began to walk by, and then stopped, “Hi
ladies, do you by chance know anyone that would be willing to drive to Mt. Fuji
today? We are looking for someone to take my family and another family for the
day. Do you know anyone who needs
money?”
I paused, waiting for more information, “Why, do you need a
ride?”
“We are a military family from Korea and are stuck here for
a couple of days, but we don’t have a driver’s license, so we need a local to
drive. And we really don’t want to take the train.”
I’m certain God had allowed “Destiny” to touch my life that
morning. My friend looked at me
and stated she would gladly do it, but she had a little one to take care of. Slowly, cautiously I answered, “Well, I
don’t have kids.” His face began to lighten, and I went on, “I don’t have a job, and the only thing
I really must do is go to the store
as we are out of food.”
Eagerly, he showed me his ID to show that he meant what he
said and promised the rental of an 8-passenger van, all expenses paid, and
eighty dollars for my time.
“I’ll meet you at the hotel at 1200,” I stated with a hint
of uncertainty and complete exhilaration.
I planned on BBQ-ing a chicken and reading my book, not climb Mt.
Fujisan! I practically ran through
the commissary, drove home, and came home to find my wonderful hubby home for
lunch.
“So, honey, how do you feel about me earning 80 bucks
today?”
“Sounds good so far.” I proceeded to explain the situation
and he graciously helped me unload groceries, feed me, pack a lunch, and send
me out the door with plenty of time to spare; with one concerned question, “Did
you look at his ID?” “Yes,” I beamed.
I arrived at the hotel on time, and saw 5 kids and 3 adults
just as he had promised. As we rented the van, my fears of driving a MASSIVE
van through the skinny streets of Japan welled up in my heart, “Dear Jesus,
Please help me drive safe! What was I thinking?!”
So we embarked on our journey. The children found their voices, “Mom, how long is it to Mt.
Fuji?” “Hey stop pushing!” “Mom, he called me dumb!” “Let’s sing a song!”
The sound of fatherly authority reigned over the confusion
of noise, “Okay kids, you need to keep your voices down while we are driving,
no shouting!” So this is a big
family road trip, the movies aren’t wrong! After, the kids were well behaved and the trip was rather
enjoyable, as we traveled through winding mountain roads, various species of
trees densely covering the mountainside, and small towns scattered on the side
of the road. Though the drive was beautiful, we questioned our whereabouts
several times.
Half way through the drive, the families broke out their
snacks and were munching on Chex Mix, gummies, and cookies. Suddenly I heard, “Hey Driver! Do you
want anything? We have tons of stuff!” I burst in to laughter as I heard, “Uh,
her name is Amy.” Regaining composure I declined, “No thank you, I’m
fine.” I can’t count times I have
heard “Hey Teacher!” but “Hey Driver” was new material for me!
Two hours later we reached the national park, which appeared
to be socked in and raining, the gusts of wind made it feel as if this trek
would be impossible to make; yet again, the clouds were blown away to become
beautiful swirls caressing the mountain top, some created a formation that
literally looked like a stairway to heaven. Seeing the fullness of these clouds
made one want to jump off the mountain to run and play on the dense fluffy
white playground, (what could go wrong?).
Mt. Fujisan’s trails were made of rock formed from lava,
some looked like pumice, others thick and deep red, all forms of igneous
rock. The trails were wide for
many people to climb it at the same time; “Konichiwa!” (Hello) was heard all
around. The Japanese that had
learned English were enthusiastic with the opportunity to talk with Americans
and ask us questions.
We hiked for about 1.5 hours and reached the 7th
station where the wind grew stronger and trees no longer grew due to the lack
of air. Short stubby bushes and tiny flowering plants scattered the dense,
rocky mountain. There were several
buildings to be used as shelter for hikers during a storm, one offered snacks
and a Mt. Fujisan stamped on a piece of paper or walking stick. We turned around and headed to the van due to a lack of time and the clouds began to sock in around the mountain and the wind blew even harder.
Everyone was exhausted and extremely happy with the outcome
of the trip. It had been so much
fun. Now it was time to go down
the mountain, and make sure the GPS was directing us in the right direction,
which was a challenge as all of the buttons and instructions were in the
Japanese Hiragana and Katakana.
The trip home went much quicker and we stopped at a rest stop on the
side of the road. Unlike American rest stops, these are establishments with
food courts, grocery markets, clean bathrooms, and places to sit and rest. We made it back to the base around 2200
and said our goodbyes.
What an amazing day God had blessed me with!
